I'm no Lin-Manuel Miranda
Or Jack Black, the Kung Fu Panda
I'm no scholar
Not a baller
And I sure don’t wear a collar
But check it out:
His birth was foretold
by ancient prophets of old
More precious than gold
this babe was born in a cold
manger, hidden from the rage of a paranoid king
who was threatened by an infant being
King Herod was a pansy, afraid of a child
He got himself all antsy, his edicts running wild
He sent his soldiers chasing after babes in the night
The Roman children of Judea couldn't put up a fight
Under the radar and hidden in hay
Darkness surrounding, excitement abounding
He was star-searched and virgin-birthed
Like Mary Kate and Ashley,
He made an early first impression
Then He vanished from the scene
to return in resurrection
Oops. Spoiler alert.
He stayed under the radar
Carving wood just like his father
The perfect son, jealous of none
Like a mother goose who leads her little babes to water
Jesus drew his faithful flock to feast on holy fodder
Whether tax collector, fisherman, publican, or zealot
Men and women left their lives, to see what would develop
A roller coaster ride across the dry and desert land
This Son of Man shared wonders His posse couldn't understand
“Come, walk on water”; don't plant your talents in the sand
Trust me. Join me. Together hand-in-hand.
But even those who gave the most
were destined to fall short
Invited to a private garden
"Stay with me" His one request
This motley crew could not pull through
and slumber got their best
Through thick and thin they’d promised
to have each other's backs
But once the thread began to break
The tapestry unraveled
Like an unwanted Valentine, sealed with a kiss
Brutus Judas blew the whistle
and turned his Master in
To think the final meal they’d shared
had barely found its end
Then pious Peter, poised, as promised
Pitifully protested
Yet three times the question probed and prodded
Three times denied his Master
Catapulted like a pinball from Caiphus to Pontius Pilate
No fault was found
His character sound
But bloodhounds want their pound
To keep the drooling dogs at bay
Pilate gave them what they sought
A blameless lamb whose life began
and remained without a spot
Hung on a tree for all to see
Like a harlot on display
The crowd went wild
Hearts filled with desire
to cast their fears away
This poser, this prophet, this puppet, this pain
To see this man suffer relieved their disdain
This king of the Jews and self-proclaimed God
was not the expected, was surely a fraud
He hung quietly fulfilling what the prophets foretold
From a babe in a manger to a king so bold
A crown of thorns pressed deep in His temple
A spear piercing His side
Jesus, beloved, a shining example
Looked up, breathed His last, and died
But the story continues
The best yet to come
The devoted saved the body
Prepared it, still numb
Swaddled once more and again laid to rest
With kisses, through tears, His flesh secured by the best
The people still grieving, the ones who believed
Their Messiah deleted, their hearts wholly grieved
Three days passed as reality set in
The faithful mourned together, tried to heal from within
But when the tomb reopened
No body lay inside
The Messiah, He had risen
To spend forever by your side